March 23, 2022 | Xander x Serena [SOLO]

 Xander wrapped Serena in a bone-crushing hug, burying his face in her long blonde hair. She wasn't cruel enough to starve him for a week on purpose, but she had been distracted playing house with her pet biker's club.

"I missed you so much, my Bonded," he whispered. Without waiting for a response, he brushed her hair off the side of her neck and bit her, not bothering to kiss around her veins like he normally did. He was too hungry.

For her part, Serena clung to him, relaxing as always in his hold. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed him, too. Being at the beck and call of a group of sick bikers took a lot of time and energy, especially when her two favorites had night terrors.

Xander could, of course, come to the clubhouse at any time to find her and feed on her, but he hadn't been. He had stubbornly waited for her to come back to him, tired of waiting outside while a grumpy, leather-clad man went to fetch her. He had initially assumed this was her way of getting back at him for leaving her alone for a month and then threatening to break up with her. But she wasn't like that. She was warm and loving and wore her heart on her sleeve. Maybe she just thought her bikers needed her more.

When he had had his fill, he ceremoniously licked her neck to heal her, even knowing her body would heal itself. She cooed at him like always, reaching up a hand and stroking her fingers through his soft black hair. She pulled back slightly to look in his eyes, and he knew what she was going to ask before she even had to try to form words. Yes, he would make love to her tonight.

Seeing the confirmation in his eyes, which had gone black with lust, Serena wasted no time walking him to their bed. She pulled him down on top of her and kissed him feverishly. His hands roamed her body. He was surprised to find she still insisted on wearing her dance belt to bed. He pulled back, frowning.

"You don't need to dress like this to get my attention," he said bluntly. "I first tasted you as Sebastian. I fell in love with you as Sebastian. I've already taken back...." He trailed off; he had already taken back what he had said during their awful fight, and she claimed she had forgiven him. Why did she act as though his words still scarred her?

She frowned at him. "You need to work on your pillow talk," she retorted. "Do you want me tonight or don't you?" Her voice was steely, and the threat was clear: If he rejected her tonight, she had other options. Who knew when she would return?

He glowered at her. He had seen Sigefrid literally throw her down the stairs once, yet she had genuinely and easily forgiven him. Why could Sigefrid throw her around like a rag doll, yet Xander couldn't say something in the heat of anger?

She frowned back. "Okay. I'll take that as a no," she said quietly. But before she could move, Xander pinned her to the bed and kissed her ferociously, a low growl sounding from his throat, claiming her. She immediately melted, going to wrap herself around him, but he stopped her and somewhat more forcefully than necessary removed her underwear.

"When I fell in love with you," he growled, "I fell in love with ALL of you. You don't need to hide anything from me. Is that understood?"

She blinked at him, clearly surprised. Apparently, it had not been.

"You should spend more time here, with me," he continued, his grip on her body hard, possessive. "Luci, Trent, and I accept you and your body exactly the way you are. Sleeping with a couple of straight bikers can't be healthy for you, mentally."

She blinked again. "Have you been spying on me?" she asked. He couldn't tell if she was incredulous or flattered.

"Does it turn you on?" he growled. "I know you have a fetish for stalkers."

Serena's brow crinkled slightly and she brought a hand up to cup his cheek. "Xander... you turn me on. You don't have to compare yourself with others. I love you. I don't understand why you don't come to me and ask me to feed you. You did for a few weeks and it was nice, but then you just... stopped."

Xander's face flickered. He had no explanation for that, not one that wouldn't lead to another fight. So he kissed her and proceeded with making love to her. She sighed softly and melted into his grasp.

March 20, 2022 | Serena x Sigefrid and Dany [SOLO]

 Serena loved waking up sandwiched between Dany and Sigefrid. She felt peaceful, wanted, loved. She knew they both needed to be comforted and cuddled at night just as much as she did, and if the oxytocin rush from cuddling happened to make her glow a healing white, then more-so the better. The men must have noticed their night terrors faded away to nothing on nights she slept in their bed (and they had moved to a bedroom, not to be disturbed by the others). They had gotten more comfortable sharing a bed with each other now, too. So comfortable, in fact, that one night when she was late coming to bed, she'd walked in on them "comforting" each other. It had turned her on immensely, and they'd been more than happy to let her join them.

Up till that point, she'd usually just clung to one of them and stroked or sucked him while the other plowed into her. She'd tried to keep her attentions to them about equal. Now that they were comfortable humping each other, it was less of a concern how fair she was. The men were unlikely to fall in love with each other, but they were both fond of her, and that was good enough for their arrangement.

She was more comfortable being openly loving towards Sigefrid. He'd let those three little words slip once when they were in bed together, and she'd been delighted. After a month of trying to hold herself back from pushing him away, the words now came as easily and naturally as breathing. She kissed him, nuzzled up to him, smiled at him-- her love for him was in every look and gesture.

He knew, and it didn't scare him. At forty-eight years old, he'd found a woman who was like oxygen to him. Tender and sweet, who wore her heart on her sleeve and insisted on helping him with anything he needed. He didn't mind her clinginess, because he was equally so. If she wasn't ready to meet him for a drink at the clubhouse right after work, he tended to get antsy and text her. Of course, she'd drop everything to come to him unless she was in court. He liked that about her. She acted like an emotionally unstable wild card sometimes, but when it came to being there for her men, she was as steady as they come.

She was always happy to see him and Dany, no matter what. He could throw her down the stairs in front of all his friends, or pass her around like a joint, and she would still hold out her arms to him and beam the next time she saw him. Yeah, she definitely had a few screws loose. It made him feel bad, the one or two times he'd actually hurt her since they'd gotten together. Sometimes he almost hated her for being so forgiving.

If Sigefrid was addicted to her, Dany was obsessed with her. The reason he was okay with Sigefrid humping him was because they shared Serena. He occasionally stole her perfumed extensions and sniffed her dance belts, not that she minded. She was equally comfortable cuddling up to and making out with and wrapping herself around Dany as with any of her other men. He liked how laid-back she was about being quasi-stalked. Then again, considering who she'd dated before, it made sense.

March 16, 2022 | Serena and Maze, and Xander makes three [SOLO]

 Serena and Maze had a good laugh over wine about the various bad dates they'd had.

"Dollar store Doms are the worst!" Serena giggled, in response to Maze's story about a prince of wherever who had assumed Maze would sub for him just because she was a woman.

"It's fun to put them in their place," Maze shrugged.

"Oh, yeah. Mm," Serena agreed. "One guy I hooked up with in stealth, he was weirdly threatened when he found out about me. Then he said he wanted you to sub for him. I said you wouldn't, and he said, 'She will for me.' Oh, and he also expected me to be, like, cowed by the size of him. Please. Size doesn't make the man."

"You would know," Maze said. They clinked glasses.

Xander slinked in and made himself comfortable between them. "How fare my favorite girls this evening?" he asked.

"Fine," Maze said. Serena cooed and snuggled up to their boyfriend.

"How are you, Xandy?" she asked, clinging to his arm. Xander pulled her into his lap and kissed her neck. She squealed in delight and relaxed in his arms as he bit her and drank deeply. Maze watched them, amused. Serena's idea of femininity was vastly different to Maze's idea of femininity, but somehow that moe crap worked for her.

When Xander had had his fill, he gave Serena's neck the usual healing lick and kissed her cheek. She smiled tenderly at him. Maze rolled her eyes and poured herself a glass of Xander's favorite Scotch, then knocked it back.

Xander edged closer to her. "The next measure is mine," he growled.

"Tuh," Maze retorted, but she had a half-smile on her face as she poured him a glass. Xander took it from her with a kiss and sipped it slowly, savoring the taste.

Maze didn't have much of a problem with the fact that the world's clingiest drag queen had essentially stolen her boyfriend. She liked Serena, and it hadn't escaped her notice that she was one of the rare few women Serena actually enjoyed sleeping with. Everyone enjoyed sleeping with Maze, but Serena's enjoyment was notable because Serena was hugely indifferent to sex with women, and as outright bitchy to the other woman she liked fucking. Beneath her tough exterior, Maze got along with people who got along with her, and Serena at least made the effort. When it came to Xander, they balanced each other out. Serena was warm and openly loving, but had a husband and a handful of other boyfriends. Maze was standoffish and cloying affection made her gag, but she wasn't seeing anyone other than Xander and Serena. The latter was more chill towards Maze, for which Maze was grateful. She couldn't handle Serena's golden retriever energy directed at her.

Her own relationship with Xander was complicated. When they'd met, Maze had been the only woman in the room who hadn't been pursuing another man. Xander had latched onto her and she'd gone with it. She'd taken him off to hunt humans and have some afternoon delights of their own when their group got too violent or randy.

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Sebastian/John writings [SOLO]

 Once Sebastian had been fully inducted as an initiate-- which he had insisted on doing under his birth-assigned gender and name-- he showed a quiet, discreet side to himself. Among his strange abilities was the power to heal, or in this case, refuse to heal, at will. He had learned enough about John that he knew drawing Joseph's fascination by revealing he had a literal angelic blessing embedded in his body was a bad idea. He didn't want to lose John's friendship (with or without benefits) or contribute to the herald's obvious insecurity.

Then, in front of others, Sebastian blended in. He observed how they reacted to John and mirrored it appropriately. This led to John trusting him more, which meant they could continue to be friends with benefits. And in return for John's trust, Sebastian gave him something he had only ever given Trent: Sebastian consented to penetrate him.

John enjoyed it a lot more than Sebastian had expected. The way John looked into his eyes afterwards... Sebastian half expected him to try confessing his love, or something. It was a pleasant surprise, and well worth Sebastian's initial discomfort at using the equipment he'd been blessed with. He would do it again, and again, and again, just to see John looking at him like that.

It had been a while since anyone had looked at him like that.

--

Once Sebastian had been declared one of the pure and faithful, he spent more time in John's bed than in PEG housing. One of the many things they had in common was being accustomed to a certain amount of luxury. As long as they were discreet, no harm could come of it, and as they had both practiced defense law, they understood the value of discretion. John was surprised that the flirtatious, flashy Serena could so easily become the much more sedate, modest Sebastian, who appeared to everyone else-- perhaps including the Father-- as innocent and devoted as anyone could dream.

Not that his devotion, at least to John, was ever in question. Sebastian was quite adept at kneeling for his herald.

Some nights, John did ask Sebastian to dress as Serena for him, a request that was granted with the understanding that parts of Serena were off-limits that remained available from Sebastian. Either way, the person in John's bed was warm, loving, passionate, and a little bit obsessive. John could easily turn Sebastian's fear of loneliness and desire for affection to the cult's advantage, but he didn't need to manipulate Sebastian. The cuddly twink liked him well enough that he would do anything John asked of him without question, and John rewarded his devotion nightly.

--

Although the initiate had been inducted as Sebastian, it was clear they were more comfortable as Serena. Serena was openly affectionate, warm, and emotional. John was comforted by her presence. He invited her to be on his arm at formal functions. If Joseph wondered why he was accompanied by a woman no one had seen inducted, or if Joseph suspected who Serena really was, he said nothing on the matter. Then again, John suspected Joseph had his hands full with Trent, who had been shamelessly flirting with him since the second they had met.

March 5, 2022 - Serena x Xander [SOLO]

 Serena and Xander walk hand-in-hand to the mall. In her other hand is a reusable shopping bag; in his other hand is a stylish black parasol. She is dressed casually in a black sundress with white polka dots, black ankle boots, and an unzipped burgundy hoodie. He is wearing black jeans and one of his black pirate shirts, which, for him, is casual. He squeezes her hand reassuringly as they enter the mall, as if to let her know he doesn't plan to go anywhere.